That was what he respected about Padme. She was always willing to get her hands dirty. To get down into the trenches with those at the bottom when there was no such requirement of her. Most politicians wouldn’t lower themselves to such humility. She was truly selfless. A quality that would have made her an excellent Jedi if she had been gifted with the Force. They would both get through this, and hopefully raise two happy, healthy children in the process. Obi-Wan was determined to be a good father to them.

But resent her? Surely not. It would grieve him if he knew she thought that way. None of this was in any way Padme’s fault. It’s true she didn’t stop Anakin from falling in love with her, but Anakin should have known better. It was a failing on Obi-Wan’s part. No, Padme was just as much a victim as anyone.

When she turned to face him is when Obi-Wan truly became aware of their close proximity. He might have stepped back for respect of her space. Except the touch on his cheek stopped him, his eyes softening a bit. He had done much the same after he came to Padme’s side on Mustafar. How worried he had been for her then, and he could see her concern now.

“It’s been a long few weeks,” he admitted. Which was true, but he also wasn’t mentioning how little he had been sleeping. Kept awake by his own thoughts, and the few moments he did sleep was plagued by nightmares. “You’re tired as well.”